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It's quite expensive to be poor in the United States. I was driving along a minor arterial in a poor part of town. I could tell it was poor because it was grimy and the buildings were old and poorly used. People used the sidewalks there, the sort of people who can't afford different outfits for work and home and are therefore dressed in...
China, 2010. I’m in a hotel room with Mark Yang in Shanghai. I’m sleeping, he’s on the phone. It the international existential humanistic conference, and I’m there as a speaker and listener prior to a few days detached to speak in Wuhan. Mark is my bunkmate to save costs. But he’s not just a speaker, but a combination...
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I was trying to find a story for a friend, a Zen koan about a master slapping his student. They were walking through a field and a flock of geese rose up, and the student commented how beautiful they were. Then the master slapped him, and he experienced a moment of satori. In that moment, he said, "They were always here!" I don't...
Birdman. Michael Keaton, some other people you might have heard of. The trailers make it look really interesting, the story of a washed-up superhero who was never more than second-rate being dragged out of retirement by popular demand. That could be funny. Only that has nothing whatsoever with the movie. It's really about a washed-up actor...
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After every election, we get to see the same sort of talk from otherwise reasonable people: our side won, and therefore this is a "mandate from the people," and "our side lost, so I'm looking for another country to which to expatriate myself." This time around, we also get a stream of little ironies—like the...
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EDITOR'S NOTE: This post was written a few weeks before Scooby Doo aka Escobar Durango's passing. My dog is dying. Right there in front of me, inch by inch at first and now yard by yard, my dog is dying. He's 14 or 15, nobody can be sure because he came from the pound way back when. The pound named him Mick and I named him Scooby Doo...
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I mean, you aren't Catholic, so why do you share the little articles about what the Pope says? Benedict seems to have been more conservative. He didn't do a great deal about systematic abuse in the church, didn't have anything to say about same-sex romances, had a hard, traditional line on contraception and abortion. Francis decided to...
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Sometimes, I want to shout at my son. I mean, I don't want to, but I experience a powerful urge to. But he's nine, and shouting at him wouldn't be helpful. It would damage the relationship and teach bullying. When this urge arises, sometimes, I take a page out of Carl Whitaker's book: I pretend to shout, mocking the angry man,...
In the modern age, it is hard to move paper without ample doses of sex and violence. This is a world in which 50 Shades of Grey is a best-selling series—bad writing by most accounts but sufficiently titillating without being too frightening. In A Dance of Dragons, George R. R. Martin has one of his characters say it might not be possible for...
Rollo May asks this question: what is freedom? Freedom and Destiny is the answer at length, more like a dozen answers. It boils down to two things: what do you mean by freedom? And that which both opposes and enables destiny, its synonym and opposite. Lately, I have given up atheism as an identifier. It is not that I have turned towards belief,...
I am not an activist. No, I am not and you can't make me one. I am a pacifist of the worst order, the kind who confuses peacefulness with inaction. I prefer inaction. If humankind is going to ride the rails it is building straight into the maw of hell, I prefer to let it; we have to learn from our mistakes, and I am busy trying (and failing)...
I'll be 41 here in a minute, and around these times we mark out as indications of aging, I like to spend a few minutes reflecting. What does it all mean? This year, I've decided to think about the upsides of aging. Sure, there are downsides, but we can't have everything. The occasional focus on what is good won't kill us. Sex comes...